she is sitting in her car, listening to a song,
maybe remembering her lover,
maybe she just discovered she's in love
cause she's touching her hair
I look at her, she doesn't know I can see her
she lights a cigarette, and another one
she's alone… the song ends, she press "repeat"
the same song, again
she doesn't know I'm here
she's not here
I have been listening, with her, that song,
again and again, with her